by J. P. Shanley Peggy Lee visited Manhattan the other day and, during a conversation over lunch, talked about future plans, but mostly about memories. Miss Lee will be singing tomorrow night on the Producers’ Showcase presentation, Dateline 2, to be televised over the National Broadcasting Network in cooperation with[…]

by Dick Kleiner The demands on a gal singer are pretty strenuous, especially a good one. There are tours, personal appearances, engagements hither and thither. When she’s young and unattached all this is exciting. But when, like Peggy Lee, she has a home and a growing daughter, this side of[…]

by Laurie Henshaw Peggy Lee is that eternal paradox – the good singer who doesn’t “sell.” At least, not to the mass market. That same paradox, of course, applies to instrumentalists and bands; the outstanding performers are rarely box-office. Happily, public approval sometimes runs parallel with good taste, but more[…]

by Mary English With the record industry currently overrun with singers of the bleat-and-bellow or moan-and-mumble school, it gives me great satisfaction to report that 1955 is very likely to go down as biggest to date in the career of Peggy Lee. Already established as a singer and songwriter, her[…]

by Helen Gould Achieving success in one field may be a trying, sometimes impossible chore, but tripling in brass seems to be just what the doctor ordered for Peggy Lee. The tall, blue-eyed, platinum blonde hardly needs an introduction as a singer of popular songs, to judge by the myriad[…]

by Kirtley Baskette Not long ago vivacious, husky-voiced Peggy Lee stood on the stage of a Baltimore theater singing her final number, a lively favorite called “Why Don’t You Do Right?” Halfway through, the spotlight failed. In the sudden black-out she had a wild thought: “Now I’ve killed myself.” Peggy[…]